"Alas! I am but a slave, while that mirror exists.

But do not think it was the power of thy spells that drew me; it was thy longing desire to see me, that beat at the door of my heart, till I was forced to yield." "Canst thou love me then ?" said Cosmo, in a voice calm as death, but almost inarticulate with emotion.
"I do not know," she replied sadly; "that I cannot tell, so long as I am bewildered with enchantments.

It were indeed a joy too great, to lay my head on thy bosom and weep to death; for I think thou lovest me, though I do not know;--but----" Cosmo rose from his knees.
"I love thee as--nay, I know not what--for since I have loved thee, there is nothing else." He seized her hand: she withdrew it.
"No, better not; I am in thy power, and therefore I may not." She burst into tears, and kneeling before him in her turn, said-- "Cosmo, if thou lovest me, set me free, even from thyself; break the mirror." "And shall I see thyself instead ?" "That I cannot tell, I will not deceive thee; we may never meet again." A fierce struggle arose in Cosmo's bosom.

Now she was in his power.

She did not dislike him at least; and he could see her when he would.